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priorcommitment) wrote2014-03-16 06:52 pm
priorcommitment) wrote2014-03-16 06:52 pm
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give me traces of your lifeblood flowing in a loving cup
When left at an impasse, Ishiah retreats into his own mind for answers. Uncertainty remains one of the less pleasant aspects of being separated from the guidance he once enjoyed as an angel. As Ishiah leans against the window frame, he flexes his hand steadily, closing repeatedly around thin air; it's hard to clear old habits.
Manhattan as a backdrop has never been a view Ishiah felt married to. Instead, it's the hard-earned peace that he let himself sink into more than anything, and Darrow isn't so far off in that respect. There are no sides constantly waging wars, and privacy is easily earned. For more reasons than one, he's felt comfortable enough in Darrow to settle, and to think of a distant future spent there with Robin.
Right now, the question is how far he plans to meddle to maintain that peace.
Hearing the front door of the apartment open and Robin's keys jingling as he returns from his shift, Ishiah pushes himself away from the window. With his shoulders held back, he easily strides across the space of the room, waiting only for Robin to shrug off his jacket before enveloping him in a close, warm embrace from behind.
"Are you feeling better after having spent some time at the restaurant?" Ishiah asks, letting himself bury his face against the side of Robin's neck, lips delivering a soft kiss against warm skin.
Manhattan as a backdrop has never been a view Ishiah felt married to. Instead, it's the hard-earned peace that he let himself sink into more than anything, and Darrow isn't so far off in that respect. There are no sides constantly waging wars, and privacy is easily earned. For more reasons than one, he's felt comfortable enough in Darrow to settle, and to think of a distant future spent there with Robin.
Right now, the question is how far he plans to meddle to maintain that peace.
Hearing the front door of the apartment open and Robin's keys jingling as he returns from his shift, Ishiah pushes himself away from the window. With his shoulders held back, he easily strides across the space of the room, waiting only for Robin to shrug off his jacket before enveloping him in a close, warm embrace from behind.
"Are you feeling better after having spent some time at the restaurant?" Ishiah asks, letting himself bury his face against the side of Robin's neck, lips delivering a soft kiss against warm skin.